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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Out of control 2

Warnings: Yandere

Words: 3k

paring: step-brother Gojo x sister reader

An: I read about such a relationship. And by law, relationships where people are not related by blood are not prohibited. So if yn has a different father and mother than Satoru, and only her mother married his father. They have nothing in common. Such a thing is like strangers to each other, and since they do not have the same genes, such a relationship is not prohibited.

I was asked to write this a while ago on Wattpad. @getosbigballsack, Sorry for reusing this idea😅

You ate your cereal at the table, happily flipping through the sweet, crunchy bits.

You recently returned from school from an extracurricular activity your parents enrolled you in, and your brother returned from his job.

He worked and went to college.

He took the job only to start making money as soon as possible to provide you with a home. A house without your parents. Without someone constantly trying to control you somehow.

To be honest, he preferred it when his Father didn't give a shit about him and didn't spend time at home. Since his old father preferred to run around all day and fuck your mother, he doesn't forbid him. However, your mother still tried to somehow influence your life. Is it because you're still underage? Ever since you arrived at their house, you've been a little afraid to interact with him or his father. However, now your closest person is your oni-chan. Happiness washed over your mother when you found yourself in a new family. But other than that, she knew you'd find it hard to live with people who had nothing to do with you. You come from completely different families. You had a different father. You're not Satoru's sister.

You were supposed to feel happy when you got a room in such a big house. In such a rich house. And you were happy. Your life was about to change dramatically. To move to Tokyo, live in a different house, and live like a very rich family. But you didn't feel anything interesting about looking like everyone else at your school. You didn't care that with your pocket money from your "father" you could go to the most expensive stores in the area and buy designer clothes that others at your school had.

You've stood out enough already. You didn't need school fashion to control you.

You fell in love with your brother, and no one could influence that.

Some girls in your class still think they might have a chance of getting your brother as a boyfriend. They want an older guy who can drive them to the shops, pay for them, and still look good.

When your brother found out, he only said one thing. "I love only you."

You believed him in all this because he truly loved you.

As he pulled his heated tortilla out of the microwave as he passed you, he leaned in to place a kiss on your head.

He placed a plate of his warm food on the table and sat next to you. Reaching for the juice to pour it into the glass he has prepared for you.

"Do you like it?" he asked, watching your jaw move as you munched on the crisps.

"Mmm." You muttered taking another spoonful to your mouth.

"I knew you'd like it. I couldn't find your favourites, so I took these." He smiled and ran his hand through your hair.

You swallowed your food to tell him something.

"You didn't have to buy it." you hummed giving him easier access to stroke your head.

"Don't you like it?" he asked coldly. His smile disappeared for a moment. And in that moment you remembered the existence of his dark side.

But you also love this site. After all, it's part of him.

"I like it! I really like it! But you didn't have to go to all that trouble to get it, nii-chan." You tried to calm him down.

"Trouble? It wasn't trouble for me. Cheering up my little Imoto is something I love to do. So don't think I didn't enjoy it. Besides, I had to buy us some dinner. After all, the old ones are not at home as always." He laughed.

It's kind of sad that his father spends most of his time at his company, and your mother is there with him. Or they go out together. What you don't understand is that they could take you out for the evening as well, but they don't.

Perhaps they both see that you only have the best time with your brother?

"They should be back soon. Do you think they'll be in the mood to sit here with us?" You asked, and your innocence only made his heart beat faster and harder.

You thought so innocently. You were curious whether your parents - ruthless money demons - would want to spend time with you.

Even if Satoru is considered a demon.

Womanizer? The infamous male whore?

He's not like that. Especially because in his heart there is only you. And if he hurt you, he wouldn't even feel the need to live here.

His life would then become empty. And nothing would ever be like before.

He lives to protect you and care for you.

He is in the world only for you.

And now he was just wondering, how had he been able to smile in his life years before he met you?

"How was it at work? Aren't you overwork yourself?" You asked him calmly.

You watched as he popped a mountain of tortilla into his mouth, and bit off a good chunk.

His mouth has always been bigger than yours...

"Hmm?" He grunted, enjoying the taste, but it was also a request for you to explain it more.

You asked so suddenly...

"You go to college, you drive me to school to bring me home later, you take a job. Plus, you're still spending time with me. Isn't that too much?"

"What do you mean by that?" he asked as he put down his food.

"Aren't you tired of doing so much?"

He sighed slowly, and put his elbows on the table. And suddenly he smiled.

"You know I'll do anything to give you the best life, right?"

You nodded. Then he looked at you. His blue eyes so beautiful and happy. You wondered if he had his mother's eyes. Especially since his father doesn't look as good as he does. You never met his mother, and you never will.

"I do it for you. I attend the best college because my father got me a place there. However, it will end soon. I am working to start earning money as soon as possible. To buy a house. For you. For me. So that we can live together without any obstacles."

What he was saying was really a dream... Will your mother even let you go with him?

If he was your real brother, she'd probably allow it.

However, he is a stranger to you who plays your brother.

You're not related at all. You don't even have the same last name.

Your mother has two last names, but for your "good" she decided that even after she took her new husband's last name, you'd stick with your father's last name.

So you are still (l/n).

Would you like to have the same name as Satoru...

But then everyone would want to separate you.

You couldn't be that close because everyone would think you were in an incestuous relationship.

it is not.

You two have nothing in common. Except that your parents are together.

Therefore, you don't have to worry about anything being illegal. He is only two years older than you.

You two could be a couple without any obstacles.

That's the only reason you're glad you two aren't real siblings. Because you can be as close as other siblings can't be.

"Do you think they'll let me?" You asked softly, playing with the flakes floating in the milk.

"Can they forbid you if you grow up?"

"I'm not an adult yet, Toru..."

"Not yet. But you will. My sweet Imoto will grow up someday. And you can do what you want."

"Can I be with you?"

His eyes widened slightly, there were two options for what you said. One thing is whether you can be with him as a sister. And the second is whether you can be with him even closer.

These two options were great for him. But honestly, he preferred the latter.

Cutting off from your parents will be the easiest.

"If you want, little one." He said with a small smile. "Now eat. Everything is to disappear from your bowl."

"That's right, oni-chan." You laughed.

When he sees your smile, it's like it's the only reason for him to live.

It took a good couple of minutes before he came to his senses from looking at you.

"Aren't you eating?" You asked cutely, seeing that his food was on the plate and not in his hands or in his mouth.

"Oh yeah. I just stared. Because you look so cute."

You smiled with a slight blush.

You're used to such compliments from your brother.

Sometimes you wonder if you can call him brother.

By law, you can be in a relationship with him. You don't have the same blood. You don't have the same parents. You are almost strangers to each other. It's just that your parents are married.

However, you have been talking to Him as a brother for several years. But you know that he, as your brother, can't do more for you. That's why you'd rather stop talking to Him like that. And maybe it would turn out that he would like you as something more?

He has told you many times that you can talk to him however you want. So if you talk to him now, maybe he'll clear your doubts?

Maybe he would directly tell you if he would like you as something more or if he just wants to stay with you as his little sister? Because he has a right to have a girlfriend and his own life.

Even if it hurt you, you can't be angry with him.

You love him.

And now he was thinking about something else.

He would like to have you forever.

And as your brother, when you mix together, he won't be able to stop you from looking at other guys.

He would like you to be only his. But he knew that someday you'd be hungry for romantic love from someone. Would you like to have a boyfriend. And you don't have it yet.

Admittedly, he gives you the same thing your boyfriend would give you.

But he didn't know if you would let him closer than he is now. Surely you would let him do something. However, whether you want him or someone else...

He had to keep you for him. He would never let any other man touch you. For someone else to touch you.

Only him.

You are HIS.

And he could repeat it endlessly. Again and again.

You wouldn't have the courage to ask him if he wanted you more than that.

However, he is open to you.

Such questions would be at the beginning of the day.

Questions about your love.

He took another big bite of his food.

And when he swallowed, he looked at the wooden table next to his plate.

Ask or not?

You have to ask.

That's not why he's been telling himself for years that you belong to him.

He didn't show everyone that you belonged to him.

"I have a question for you." He said suddenly, and pushed the plate of his food away.

"Hm? What is this, nii-chan?"

Nii-chan... You say that to him. That's so sweet. But if you called him Toru all the time, or baby, it would be even better.

"You want to live with me forever?"

He was still looking at the table.

"I want so much." you said calmly.

You couldn't read anything from his face.

"We will live together and we will live together." He smiled at you, closing one eye to add to his charm.

You smiled hard.

That was the smile he wanted to see.

A smile that belongs to him.

He will be with you forever.

However...

"But there is one condition for this to happen." he said showing one finger of his hand.

You looked at him innocently. You didn't know what to expect. It was so sweet.

"Oni-chan?"

"There is only one condition you must meet for this to happen. Imoto-chan."

"What is this?"

His smile widened. You really wanted to know what to do to make it happen.

You really are perfect.

"(y/n)-chan..."

You waited patiently for him to say it.

"When you grow up, let's get married."

That way you'll be his forever.

No one can forbid you.

You're not really siblings.

You sat on his lap for the rest of your dinner. In one chair, with his hand around your waist.

Your answer didn't shock him at all.

When you mix together, you'll have his name.

And a ring on your finger.

Even if someone may not like it. You're not doing anything wrong.

His lips were suddenly placed on the side of your neck.

His tiny kiss tickled you.

You started to giggle lightly.

"Toru. Stop. It tickles." You said wrapping your head around his.

"I love you." He said to your skin. And his voice clearly showed that he was smiling.

And suddenly two people appeared near you.

"Satoru? What's going on here?"

You quickly turned your head to the side to see the surprised faces of your mother and Satoru's father.

However, he paid no attention.

His head was still on your shoulder as he held you close to his body.

"Satoru." His father said firmly.

Only then did he look back at them.

He gave them a cold look. If looks could kill, they'd be dead a few times already. However, you can only die once.

When they didn't say anything, he went back to resting his head on your shoulder.

"Satoru, what are you doing here? With (y/n)." He said stepping closer.

"Can't I hug her?" he muttered a bit hostilely. Sometimes his head blocked your view, so you gave up looking in that direction.

"But it -"

"You forbid us to even hug. What about something else. Do you think this is our dream? You wanted to make us happy, didn't you?" He cut him off.

His head on your shoulder didn't move.

"I just want to talk about what's going on here right now. Is the way you two sit a normal position for siblings?"

"We are not siblings. We have nothing in common. We don't even have the same last name. We have nothing that connects us."

"..."

He didn't know what to answer to that.

"Do you think I would let her go? You wanted to send her to boarding school."

What?

Why don't you know about it.

"Satoru, it's not like that–." your mother started but he interrupted her.

"I'm talking to my father. You are guilty of agreeing to everything."

"Son, it's only for your own good. You're an adult, you'll graduate. You'll start working, even in my company. At your age, I already had an arranged marriage with your mother. you should-"

"Should I look for a wife?" he asked mockingly. "Why should I look when I've already found one?"

You felt his grip on you tighten.

"You-."

"You could have prevented it. If you had given her the same last name as mine, this wouldn't have happened. But you didn't want to make such big changes..."

"Satoru –."

"We're moving out in a few days. To the house you bought me, and on my birthday you signed it in my name."

"(y/n)!" your mother screamed.

You looked at her.

If you have anything to say, it's that she can't take care of you. And she makes sure that her next husband doesn't leave her. That's why he doesn't leave Satoru's father a step. And still supports his words. Even if your Father died. Money, power. She loves that about Satoru's father. And they met together so suddenly. Do you believe they fell in love? But will it last...?

Your Satoru didn't want you to say anything.

He will take care of everything.

You didn't say anything. Even though you wanted so badly to get her all those years she left you to be with your stepfather.

You could be grateful for that. Because because she left you at home, Satoru started taking care of you.

"Are you moving out? (y/n)! I am your mother! You are 16 years old! You can't live apart!"

"You can tell she lives with her brother. Or you can say that she lives with her older boyfriend. Or even with your fiancé. I do not care. I just take her with me. You could have prevented it until I started getting involved with my little sister. But now... It's impossible. You can accept it or not. I don't care either. You cannot control us. And you can't forbid me to have it. Besides, for you guys, it'll stay in the family. We will not bring any other people into the family."

Suddenly he stood up taking you in his arms.

"You didn't give her my last name so I'll give it to her." He said as he walked past them as you held onto his neck and he slowly started up the stairs.

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"O-Oni-chan..." you moaned as he set you down on his bed, hovering over you with a small smile.

"Satoru. Call me Satoru now." he said, suddenly bringing his lips to yours.

"Toru..."

"We're moving out. You see, we'll live together."

"When will I have your last name?" you asked, playing with his hair.

"When you're grown up. The moment you want it. Because you are mine. And for you, everything will become possible. I'll take the stars down for you. I will fulfill your every wish."

And your desire was to live happily with him. Only you.

You pressed him against your neck, causing him to lie on top of you.

And hugging him tight, you wanted to be with him forever. Always only with him.

#jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo satoru

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noritoshiikamo · 1 year

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general tags;

writing: jjk

writer block prompts [completed]

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3k main event - masterlist [in progress]

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by series & headcanons;

noritoshi kamo x arranged marriage:

worth my time • favours • game over • bonus: reality vs fantasy

jjk men x professor series:

professor noritoshi kamo • professor geto suguru

choso x house husband series:

morning • here for you • hana

satoru goji x childhood friend:

all • hcs • stairwell • lunch date • happy anniversary

jjk men x kitsune:

noritoshi • choso • naoya • toji

jjk men x nii-chan!:

all • satoru-nii • suguru-nii • noritoshi-nii • choso-nii • yuuta-nii • toji-nii

jjk men x puppy series:

all

jjk men x headcanons:

panty stuffing • sucking titties • stealing clothes • which porn is who

by locations;

—tokyo

megumi fushiguro

jealousy

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welcome home

pretty white leash

fluffy critter

the way he enjoys your body

yuuji itadori

car ride

from me, to you (ft sukuna)

puppy boy

nanami kento

work from home

the one time he raised his voice

days of nanami kento

geto suguru

heart & body

senpai

the pleasure game

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gojo satoru

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noritoshi kamo

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tied up

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it couldnt be that hard

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dad!noritoshi

good girl (ft toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna & choso)

by cursed users;

choso

his little baker

biting

shut up

doctor’s order

job first, love later

good girl (ft toji fushiguro, sukuna & noritoshi kamo)

strawberry dress

ryomen sukuna

good girl (ft toji fushiguro, noritoshi kamo & choso)

restrained

from me, to you (ft yuuji itadori)

toji fushiguro

way down we go

good girl (ft ryomen sukuna, noritoshi kamo & choso)

alpha

two is better than one (ft clone!self)

naga! toji

naoya zenin

no question asked

naoya’s fantasy

his wife

manipulative!husband

#masterlist #masterlist: jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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reineyday · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

o wow! i still dont think of myself as a fic author, but i suppose ive written enough of them by now to qualify haha. im honoured! thanks for the ask. :)

my faves rn, word count rounded to nearest thousand:

co-parenting cats (kryk, 3k) kuroo and yaku commit to the "married couple raising kids" bit at training camp and call each other pet names as a joke (but not really).

get this kinda rush (kryk, 7k) kuroyaku practice kissing fic!!

boyfriend jacket (kryk, 8k) yaku buys his volleyball team jackets extra-large so kuroo can wear them like boyfriend jackets.

it's your job 'cuz you're the nii-san (aizawa & shouto ft. todosibs, shinsou, and just a bit of tdbk, 7k) the second fic in a series where aizawa starts babysitting the todosibs after the boiling water incident and ends up their de facto nii-chan basically forever.

drop in (one: it's not unusual) (grimmichi, 1k) there's tumblr post about cats purring for sick people to help then get better, and grimm does that for ichigo lol.

#rei replies #rei writes #kuroyaku #haikyuu!!#grimmichi #bleach #bnha #in answering this ask i found another basically complete fic in my drafts that might actually turn into a favourite lol #anyways i like the first three so much i actually have them downloaded LOL. they just rotate in my brain. it's why i had to write them.

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rowanartist · 1 year

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February 2023

Insecurities by ItsRiot_8 super emotional, please read the warnings beforehand!! my hero academia; teen; rooftop gang; 20k

Heroes in Tights and Toys in Boxes by Bnha_au_gay I've Thought About a screening but I'm relatively high functioning and it takes too many spoons my hero academia; General; Dadzawa and Izuku; 2k, part of series

Not so fast (you still need to come out) by SleepingDude giggles my hero academia; General; Shinsou & dads EraserMic; 2k

and the headstones climbed up the hill by brinnanza much (fond) exasperation my hero academia; General; Dadzawa & Problem Child #1; 7k

Class 1-A's Guide to Not Totally Failing at Life [Series] by EmoQuilt28 I skipped part 3 and 4 was the last part available when I read my hero academia; General; mixed; variable

Mr. Snuffles by ThatCreativeWolf emotional pet experiencemy hero academia; teen; EraserMic fam; 4k

You Can Always Count On Us by littlepretzelsor sweet my hero academia; teen; EraserMic; 7k

How a Love Song Feels by Cranberry_Orchid93 (Kais_mom1) kinda cheesy? But also sweet my hero academia; teen; EraserMic; 6k

i am a question to the world by wander_wren very AAAAHHH! I'M lost for words, but it's good!!my hero academia; teen; 20k

The Bear by MRiddleSquared short but ADORABLE! my hero academia; General; Shinsou & Eri; 245

Enchanted Lullaby by ArgentAconit very sweet, haven't read the series yetmy hero academia; General; Hitoshi & Eri; 4k

Defining Love by kawwwaritai awww, found family showing love!!! ny hero academia; General; Eri & Family; 2k

party like it's your heroes' birthday by CelestialTitania We give Eri everything we can! my hero academia; General; Eri & Deku & Lemillion; 4k

Colorful Beginnings by StarBlazer124 Eri is so cute! And has a lot of amazing people in her life!my hero academia; General; Eri & Kirishima & Shinsou; 5k

skirts, rainbow sprinkles, and doorstep kisses by Shadowtravelingtitans parental wingman my hero academia; General; Eri & Shinsou/Izuku; 2k

morning routine by ethydium short and tooth achingly sweetmy hero academia; General; Aizawa & Eri &Shinsou; 789

Burnout by mykky124 partner stepping up when one is struggling my hero academia; General; EraserMic; 2k

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Eri's Number One Hero by alightintheshadows Halloween done so cutemy hero academia; General; Eri & Aizawa; 2k

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A shitty goddamn day, huh by orphan_account reread, having a day where I want to throw things or shutdown my hero academia; not rated; Aizawa and Izuku; 3k

Lemon slice by Blancfortune (RahDamon) very cute and thoughtful my hero academia; General; Shinsou & Eri; 1k, account required

Toshi-nii by Anonymityposter so cute! Even if the +1 is missing when I read itmy hero academia; teen; Shinsou & Eri; 9k

Better than Coffee by pandajelley simple and sweet my hero academia; General; EraserMic; 1k

#anime #fan fiction #fic rec #2023

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .02.

tw. incest, mutual masturbation, dubcon, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 3k

part 01 part 03

a/n. blue lock blue lock blue lock. i know people might be waiting for some other stuff a bit more than this but as i'm still working on a big assignment i'm resorting to crossposting from my other acc for now!

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

He’s thought about damnation a lot, has thought about what it would look like as the end of his days come to a final count once- maybe twice. It’s a vague outline of himself, he imagines, a dark shadow trailing behind him every step. Invisible, but present. It’s not like he sees damned written with heavy, crooked letters mirrored back on his forehead when he looks, but then again, he never looks quite that hard.

Never stares at his reflection in shame like he probably should, getting sick off of the many lies laced under his skin. He’s not really waiting for it either. He’s not religious anyway, gave that up a long time ago with the promise of your hands linked in his, staying close enough for him to cling to.

It’s only damnation when they are damned regardless, with no intention of repenting. And repenting— that would require him being away from you long enough to clear out his head from you, which isn’t going to happen. The icy water glides down a parched throat until it fills his entire stomach, rivulets missing his lips and traveling down the stretch of his neck instead, dripping down his shirt. He imagines that’s the kind of stain everything else leaves on him too, revisiting the pain again and again each time he breathes. Each time he eats, or sleeps, or runs his body into the ground trying to escape it.

The truth is, there is no escape, he’s tried. Like fucking Hell, he has. He’s bent and broken himself into ridiculous shapes for forgiveness, and still— still it sits on his tongue like a poison, thick, heavy, unrelenting, and only pretends to fade with each break of day. You’re soft in the mornings, entirely mellow and wanton, like no touch he gives you is too much. He reaches down to nudge your chin upward, tilting your face skyward to greet the sun -for him, never with him- because he doesn’t illusion himself to think you’re on the same sinking playing field he has been cast off to.

He’s nothing but a weary, drowning sinner; and you his savior. If the glove fits, you might as well wear it, right? “Mornin’ niinii,” you drawl before he dips his lips to yours, brief enough not to be weird, to wash away the connotations that linger unspoken on his lips. Because of course they linger, there’s nothing about his sins that washes off easily. They stick like honey, like glue to the corners of his mouth and try their hardest to ruin him further every waking moment, for years past and years to come.

He lets you slip from between his arms to get ready for the day, instead rests his head into the door of the bathroom when you shut it behind you. The morning run didn’t do much to burn away the shadow pooling at his feet, swallowing him where he stands.

Sae nii back. In the empty room across the hall, he can already hear him shuffling, like he smells the moment you wake, and like the sinner he’s resigned himself to be- his blood sings with jealousy. It brings back memories.

Rin trails behind, unshowered, uncaring, when you come back out of the bathroom, because he can’t shower with you when Sae’s here and the guy, the splinter in his sole, won’t ever resist the urge to make it weird for you two. He knows that for sure. You never blink twice when he slips into the stall with you, pressing up just close enough to feel the dips and stretches of your skin against his chest, his stomach, lining his arms with warmth. You never stare— and so you don’t know that Rin absolutely does.

Instead you go about your day like normal, making the two of them breakfast without thinking, like the angel he knows you are. He’s seen it, the sharp contrast between you two. He doesn’t say anything about the way Sae’s eyes flick to the bow of your apron, or below it, just scrapes his chair a little harder until you place their plates in front of them. Your hand finds his on the table like it always does, every morning for the past two years, feeling it twitch under the tracing of his long fingers along your barely visible veins— pretending like he can’t feel your older brother’s eyes on the motion.

You don’t notice it, just giggle when it tickles, ask for some water to take away your sleepiness. “Have you been healthy, niichan?” you mumble through a mouthful, and Sae’s shimmering, emerald irises meet yours too quickly.

“Sure I have,” he reaches over the table to brush a lone strand away from your cheek, before he stuffs another mandarin slice into his mouth, “why, you worried about me or something?” Rin feels the way you tense, watching the pout grow more grand on your pretty face, before the oldest mercilessly continues. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about your nii nii? He can’t even eat his breakfast without holding your little hand.”

The spoon clatters down too noisily, disturbing the barely-existing peace like a trainwreck barreling through a building. You draw your hand back, Rin resists the pull. He can only glare under his thick, long lashes and hope that the look will make Sae drop dead on the spot. Sinless, he’s sure, because Sae never gets what he’s owed when it comes to bad luck. Rin excuses the noise, picks up the utensil again and resists the urge to roll his eyes when his brother lets his lips quirk up, like this is all some big game to him.

Which side of the triangle is the favored one, right?

Rin’s hands don’t shake as much as he expects them to, but still more than he wants, when he scoops the pudding and leans over to you. The morning rite of passage goes undisturbed, Sae watches as Rin brings it to your mouth and you let it slide in without a problem, sucking it clean when he pulls back. You return to your drink, one hand still captured, and miss how Rin slips the spoon into his own mouth after. Sae doesn’t, but he stays quiet as he eats his own breakfast, playing with the peels of the mandarin like the lesser of two evils. After a few more spoonfuls and your happy hum to assure him it’s delicious, the oldest clears his throat.

“I remember when I was her number one big brother to cling to. Really knows how to make a guy feel like he's on top of the world, right?” A smile. “I imagine you get that now. Hows’it feel to be the new favorite, little bro?” he asks, eyes crinkling at the corners as he gets up from the chair, leaving to get some paper. It’s far from innocent, and even further from naive, and the dark haired sibling would rather only sit and wait it out.

He clenches his jaw, rubs a thumb over your interlaced hands as he bites back the attitude when answering. “She’s always been this kind, nothing much has changed.”

There’s a glint in the other’s eyes at the answer, brightly rubbing Rin the wrong way. As if it’s mocking him— really, nothing has changed yet? — he doesn’t think the eldest would be below it either. The silence is enough to make even you fidget a little, squeezing your fingers a little tighter around his.

He’s sure you don’t really get what’s happening, sweet, little thing you are, but he’s so fucking tired of being the one to back down. You clear your voice as you pick at your shirt, one of Rin’s spare shirts that barely cover your ass, and nudge your knees into his thigh. He bites his cheek, sighs, then finally breaks eye contact to untangle his fingers to instead place them at the bottom of your spine for some comfort, shifting in his own chair.

“Well, that sure is something then. Never noticed you two were so close when I was around.” There’s a little chuckle when Sae bites his lip, definitely swallowing down a triumphant grin, before he too moves.

He reaches down and wets the paper by putting it on his tongue, before gripping your face and swiping it along the corners of your mouth for imaginary crumbs, and Rin can barely hold back the urge to take the stupid butter knife and plant it straight through his brother’s palm to pin it to the table— like some sick butterfly collection. “Tch, still eat so clumsy, don’t you?” Sae coos as you struggle to pull your cheeks from his grip in embarrassment, before he finally sits back down.

“I really,” he continues, propping one foot onto his knee, “am so glad to be back here though. It’s sure been what-,” he pauses for dramatics as if he didn’t help you move in, as if he didn’t swing his arms over your shoulder with a knowing, sly grin and taunted Rin every second of the way there, “two whole years since you two moved in together?”

You pout, jutting out your lip in a way that makes Rin want to eat you up, kiss you until you run out of air to waste, before nodding. “Yeah, it must be two years by now!” Your face changes into one of amusement, before you look over at the dark haired brother for some sort of reaction. “You’re not sick of me yet, are you?”

Never, he wants to say, but Sae is here- with his knowing grin and stupid, infuriatingly smug eyes. He just nods back, expression dry. “Sick? You’re a menace to live with, sick is putting it mildly.” You pout again, and this time, it’s all for him. All for Rin to see and admire, for him to reach up and kiss if he so wanted to- if his older brother wasn’t such a fucking pain.

Not that he cares, Sae has always been a pain anyway.

“Kidding,” Rin pulls you, both large hands on your hips, down into his lap when you get up from your chair- can’t help himself from nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as you giggle at it, wrapping both arms around your waist to have the full of your weight on his lap. You smell so soft, feel so soft— talk like you’re a daffodil blowing in the wind.

It’s intoxicating, and he doesn’t give a shit when he hears the chuckle of his brother to the side, excluded for once because Rin is getting hard just having you this close, having your ass on his lap as you wiggle around to turn to him. “You know I adore you,” he mumbles, and something in your eyes tells him that you absolutely do— the spoiled little one.

He won’t be able to stand up without drawing attention to the swelling cock in his sweats in a bit, but that doesn’t matter right now, feeling you sit in his lap so perfectly, obediently. You smile sweetly at him, before turning back to face Sae like you’re asking for some sort of approval from the eldest, as if proving— see, we do get along well. Sae only hums, pats your head before he sends Rin a sharp look, and leaves. Where to, Rin doesn’t care to ask.

You don’t get up for a few more minutes, pecking his lips gently when he asks for them, again and again and again until you finally get up. “You want some coffee, niinii?” you ask, and he gives his agreement while shifting his hard cock towards his stomach while you have your back turned, unknowing.

Must be blissful to be unaware of the sinners of this earth, waiting in line for the gates to open to them. He isn’t complaining though. At least you can’t hate him for the things you don’t know he’s committing. Can’t charge him for ruining you in his head.

Your days haven’t changed much. And neither have your nights, which is exactly why Rin knows to skip his evening run so he can lay in the same bed as you, pretend to be deep asleep when you nudge him. It doesn’t take long for you to roll onto your back and clench the plush of your pillow between your teeth. His baby sister, sliding your pretty hands along your chest, the peak of your tits down, down until you find fabric, and then under that too. He’s memorized it by now, learnt every slight twitch, gasp or breath. Learnt to watch you without missing any of the good parts, a study too intoxicating to ever stop.

You run your one hand over your chest as a slight whimper falls past your plush, perfect lips, and he stares at the curve of your cheek when you dip your fingers into your mouth, pulling them out glistening. You’re a phantom at night— ruining him to the core, his cock swelling between his legs as you softly ruffle the sheets. Not enough to wake him should he really be asleep, but plenty to make the pull towards your perfect fucking body so much harder to resist. He blows out a breath, and slowly slides his hand down for his own boxers, teasing the wiry hair going from his belly button down.

He doesn’t normally dare. No, his sins are usually contained to the drain of the shower when he’s alone, the groans muffled in his hand or your panties or pillow, whatever can keep him relatively quiet when you leave. But Sae is in the other room, while you’re in his bed. His bed, like you have been for the last two fucking years, driving him insane when you masturbate right beside him. If he only just rolled over, he could be on top of you, slip his hard cock between your wet, dripping pussy and find heaven. He bites his cheek when you circle a nipple, other hand back between your legs.

It’s unfair. Many things are, but the way Sae gave you to him on a silver platter, daring him to try something, must be the sickest joke of all. What a family reunion. The sinner, the savior, and Judas himself. His cock twitches hard, balls pulling to his body with the way you softly rock your hips back and forth, wiggling the mattress under you. He blows out another breath through his nose, biting back a hiss when his palm slides over the hot, flushed head of his cock, imagining your hand there instead.

You fuck your fingers with a pitiful little breath, rub your clit with the other and arch your back, and he instinctively bucks his cock into the ring of his fingers that’s not nearly tight and sloppy enough to resemble your pussy. But fuck, he might cum early. It’s too much. You’re breathing and whining like a desperate thing, like he’s already inside you, ruining you— like he’s imagined rendering you for night after night. The sick sound of him fucking his fist is just barely drowned out by the pleasure you’re lost in, head thrown back and legs clenching.

Your fingers move faster, and he bites his own pillow as he watches the tears fall down your temples, watches you get yourself to the edge. His spit soaks into the pillow when you move again, buck your hips into your own touch, and whine harder. The bed squeaks softly but you don’t care, rubbing hard and fast, feet brushing up against his leg. Rin almost spills his cum all over himself right then and there, staying completely unmoving for a second with his fist wrapped so tight around the flared head of his cock.

You don’t notice, still don’t fucking notice how hard he’s shaking as your wet lashes flutter and you whine out pleas. He can’t still, rubs his cock against the soft of the mattress, fucks into his palm, balls tightening and breath so obvious— until his undoing. Niichan— your voice travels the room, and there’s nothing to help him in this wretched room.

Hot, white cum shoots into his hands as he clasps one over the swollen head, other grabbing his balls in a sharp move that’s the farthest from subtle, listening to the symphony of your voice. You’re cumming, replaying in his mind like a broken record as he soils the expensive bedsheets and leaves them sticky with his cum, swallowing down a broken sob from somewhere deep inside. Niichan, niichan— the sound breaks him in two. His cock is still leaking when he manages to crack open his heavy, wet lashes, staring at the side of your face as it sheens with a glow that makes you look even more angelic.

When you slump back in bed with your face beaming out heat, your entire body spent too, you roll onto your side, and Rin doesn’t look away. There’s tears pooling at the bottom of his lashes, collecting in big, diamond rounds that roll down his nose and cheek. You blow out a last few breaths, before moving closer, ignoring the mess when you shuffle right up to him. To cuddle your disgusting, nasty big brother, delirious surely, because he can see the way you are seconds from dropping into sleep.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you hum and nose his throat, still sticky from sweat. His phone lights up in the dark, he doesn’t answer. Only ignores the laughter coming from the other room as he slips out of bed to go find some new boxers, wiping the back of his hand under his eyes once. And when Sae creeps his head into the door with a sickening grin, all he can do is listen as his emerald eyes fly over to your sleeping form. “She’s never going to marry you, y’know?”

‘Shut up,’ Rin says, begs, but his voice fails him and nothing comes out.

“She isn’t. So let me know when you’re done playing the family martyr. Before I change my mind about taking her with me.”

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01 | mission: impossible

sano shinichiro x reader

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having only each other to rely on for most of their lives, the sano brothers make great partners in crime. however, little manjiro has taken on a new solo mission under his brother’s nose. his role? to play wingman

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content — fem!reader, gakuen babysitters au, baby toman gang, shinichiro is a hopeless romatic (heavy on the hopeless), baby keisuke is a menace, there is a diaper change in case that grosses u out

notes — 3k+ wc. unedited. kinda rushed actu cos i had to study nsnsnddnm anyway chapter one down !! will i ever shut up abt shinichiro smiling no i dont think i will. also i think i have baby fever 😓 HAHAHA solike not a lot happens in this chapter but it does get more fun later on trust me <\3

Children are generally sensitive to their surroundings. Manjiro, in particular, was very responsive to his older brother. Whether it was a couple of words or a mere facial expression, he was always attentive and quick to react. It seemed that however it was that Shinichiro was feeling, Manjiro was bound to adapt some second-hand variation of it.

It started yesterday. He could sense that something was off as soon as Shinichiro stepped a single foot into the daycare. The perk in his step was nowhere to be seen and even the updo he’d spent so much time on that morning seemed to have deflated. He did revert back to usual once all the toddlers flocked around him, but the first glimpse was enough to upset Manjiro.

His first thought was that maybe he could make Shinichiro feel better if he had him read them a book, but despite the big smile while he shifted voices per character, the unsettling feeling lingered. Manjiro wondered what could have happened to make his charismatic brother feel so down. With helplessness weighing on his chest, he decided to cling onto him for the rest of the day.

Some time later, Manjiro found himself wide awake on his brother's back. On a normal day, he'd rest his head and drift off into dreamland without a second thought, but the ick in his gut prevented him from doing so with how quiet Shinichiro was being on their usual walk back home. Shinichiro who would tell him all about his day, share a few jokes he'd recently come up with, fake-cry about how much fun Manjiro was having at the daycare without him since he was so tired. That same Shinichiro, for some odd reason, had nothing to say today? Maybe he was feeling sick again?

The moment they entered the Sano household, Manjiro fidgeted, itching to be put down, and when he was, off to the kitchen he went to find the round, yellow fruit their grandfather gave him the last time he was ill.

"Manjiro!"

But his tiny limbs weren't long enough to reach for the basket in the middle of the table.

Shinichiro made his way through the hallway, peeking into each room he passed by in search of a runaway toddler. "Manjiro, don't run off like that! What the— where'd you even go?" Hearing no response or even a sound in any of the rooms, he called out to him again. "Manjiro?" Among the last rooms the hallway lead to was the kitchen. There, he found Manjiro dangling off of the edge of the tall table with his arm stretched out. He quickly scooped him into his arms out of panic that he'd fall and get hurt.

"Nii-chan." He pointed to the tangerines on the table. Shinichiro instantly knew what he was trying to do.

"So you noticed. Was it that obvious?" Manjiro nodded. "Well," he cringed, "uh, I'm not sick, but thank you for the concern." He carried Manjiro with him going to their shared room on the other side of the house. Wide eyes blinked up at him, waiting for an explanation.

Shinichiro distracted himself from responding for as long as he could. Prying eyes never left him alone as he pulled out a change of clothes and a towel for Manjiro—not even when he was already in the tub. His main concern was figuring out how he could explain his depressing mood in such a way that wouldn't make him look too pathetic in front of his little brother.

"I... I got all done up for Valentine's today, and I didn't get a single gift or anything."

Alas, it proved to be a losing feat. Manjiro was now bored and occupying himself with the rubber ducks floating amidst the bubbles.

"Okay, ouch. I put extra effort into my hair and even ironed my uniform again!" Only then did Shinichiro realize that not a single word that came out of his mouth was helping him. He wiped his brow, unconsciously getting soap all over his forehead and on the ends of his bangs. (This caught Manjiro's interest.) Groaning, all ounces of dignity left his body as he slumped over the edge of the tub. "Manjirooo," he complained. "Nii-chan's so lonely... Well, I have you, sure, so I'm not that lonely but— you get what I mean. It’s a wonder how I don’t have my own harem yet. I’m good-looking enough, aren’t I? Hell, even Take got chocolate from a girl in the volleyball club!"

Manjiro's head tilted to one side, picking up one rubber duck and offering it to Shinichiro who hesitantly accepted it with a head pat in return. "Right. Thanks, Manjiro."

The next morning was a little easier to deal with.

Shinichiro had woken up at the usual hour this time around. He left his hair down—no updo today. Manjiro frowned. He thought the updo was funny. On the way to school, the vibrations on Shinichiro's back as he spoke lulled him to sleep.

The naps he took on the walk to school never failed to clip their travel time much shorter. Before he knew it, he was already being pried awake by a hyper Keisuke, pulling him along to play with his new toy. He hugged Shinichiro, who gave him a head pat and his usual bid of "Be good, Manjiro" in parting.

As Keisuke swung his plastic sword around, showing off the 'skills' he's attained upon gripping the weapon, Manjiro watched his older brother exchange greetings with Usaida, who manned the daycare full-time. On his way out he quite literally bumped into someone who happened to be rushing in at the same time.

"Y/N-neechama!"

Manjiro curiously observed the way the tips of Shinichiro's ears reddened as he stammered out an apology, then lightly scolding you for not resting at home. He watched Shinichiro's shoulders relax when you laughed it off, saying that you felt better today. So you were the one who was ill yesterday. Was his brother sad because you weren't feeling well then? He couldn't hear much over Keisuke's screaming, but he saw you hand him a small container before rushing off—presumably, to class.

Shinichiro stood frozen at the door, container in hand. Usaida was teasing him, snapping a few photos of the look on his face. Slowly, Shinichiro turned his head to meet Manjiro's curious eyes as if to say: Did you see that, Manjiro?

He nodded, crawling over to find out what was inside the container. Opening it, the aroma of freshly baked goods grabbed the attention of Keisuke, whose self-imposed duty was to alert everyone else. "Cookies from Y/N-neechama!"

Though, Usaida was quick to shut him down. "Now Keisuke, they aren't for you."

"But Usa—"

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Manjiro couldn’t wait for the day to end. It’s not that he wanted to go home immediately, but the hours in which you were away in class gave him plenty of time to come up with a plan to cure Shinichiro’s ‘loneliness’. You two had always been close, so Manjiro thought, who would be a better candidate than you to end up with his brother?

It was an added bonus was that you were particularly fond of Manjiro. Maybe it was because you’d be the one holding his hand during walks since Shinichiro would always be stuck with the Kawata twins. You’d always comfort him whenever he felt left out because of the others wanting to play with Shinichiro. You’d sneak him little treats, hold him tight, and read to him in the library corner to make him feel a bit better about being separated from his brother.

Manjiro wouldn’t mind one bit if you became part of the family as his sister. He was already comfortable around you, and after seeing Shinichiro’s mood improve tenfold after realizing you gifted him homemade cookies today to make up for not being able to do so yesterday, Manjiro’s determined to make it happen. Your happily ever after with his brother would be one like those in some of the books he reads!

Now, he just needed to launch his plan.

Truth be told, he didn’t have a concrete set of steps to follow yet. He couldn’t think of anything other than having you play a damsel in distress while Shinichiro plays the night in shining armor—a plot right out of a fairytale—but where would he find someone to play the dragon? And if watching Disney’s Hercules with you taught him anything, it’s that damsels in distress like Megara could handle themselves.

His main goal was to find a way to push you two together. He would just have to improvise along the way and meddle as much as he could until it worked out.

“Chiro-niichama! Y/N-neechama!”

And that was his cue.

Though you entered the daycare together, it proved to be a difficult task keeping you together. Aside from Usaida who was asleep most of the time, you and Shinichiro were the only two members of the babysitter club. Manjiro remembers when you found out Shinichiro was the lone member of the club, having to take care of all the toddlers by himself. That was the same day you handed in your application.

When Usaida declared that everyone would be going on a walk around campus, Manjiro thought this was a great opportunity to try pulling a few tricks. He shooed Shinichiro away from the twins, opting for the three of them to hold hands with himself at the center where Shinichiro normally would be. He nodded at his brother—a silent command to let him take over. Shinichiro had been taken aback by this motion. Apparently, you found it funny, and Manjiro's forever grateful that you decided to let them be.

He was practically skipping along with the twins, thinking that his plan was fool proof. That his first attempt is already successful. Until Takashi turned around and pointed out that "Chiro-niichama! Y/N-neechama! You need to hold hands too!"

Usaida chimed in, finding it hilarious how flustered the pair of you had become. "Taka's right, you know? One of you could get lost."

Shinichiro was glaring at Usaida, but he glanced once at Manjiro and all of a sudden was compelled to agree. Manjiro was fully aware that he had that sort of effect on him and was fixed on using it to his full advantage. After all, it was Shinichiro he was doing all this for.

So tentatively, Shinichiro's hand clasped yours, and the daycare club train took off once more. If Manjiro was delighted before, he was much more elated now. Everything seemed to be sailing smoothly. What could possibly go wrong?

"I wanna hold Chiro and Y/N!"

Keisuke. Keisuke is what went wrong.

Manjiro tried to stop him, but before he could even move, Keisuke was already pulling your hands apart and shoving himself between you two, cackling to himself as he swung your arms back and forth.

Just as Manjiro was considering opening his plans to a team effort, he quickly shut that thought down.

The second attempt of the day came when Usaida had to run an errand and there was a backside emergency with baby Chifuyu. As per usual, Shinichiro volunteered to be the one to change him despite your reassurances that you could do it.

You made your way over to look after the other kids while Shinichiro fetched a clean diaper.

This time, Manjiro didn’t need to do much, for Chifuyu had woken up with a full diaper. Whenever this happened, he was bound to wail as loud as a siren until he was completely changed. All Manjiro needed to do was to get you to help his brother calm Chifuyu down.

He found the baby rattle and handed it to you expectantly. With a thrown thanks, you rushed over to Chifuyu and tried to distract him as he was being changed, cooing at him and playing peek-a-boo so he would calm down. Manjiro didn’t miss the stolen glances his brother took of you, nor did he miss the smile he tried to hide.

He couldn’t understand why Shinichiro didn’t just talk to you. Why couldn’t he do something about the obvious sentiments he harbors for you? Moreover, why couldn’t you see it when it was so obvious? Was it because of the baby poop that got caught in his nails when he lifted his hands after changing Chifuyu?

You took over carrying Chifuyu in your arms as you poked fun at Shinichiro, who ran away to the restroom so he could scrub his hands properly.

Manjiro tried getting you both to read him a story, dividing the characters between yourselves (he specifically picked out a fairytale for that), but Keisuke got antsy and started play-fighting with Kazutora. He tried hoarding the snacks so you two would have to share between yourselves, but that motion was foiled when Takashi noticed. There was even an instance when Shinichiro accidentally tripped over a running Keisuke, but you were more concerned for the toddler. But he was fine, Manjiro argued. Keisuke didn't even cry!

Manjiro was getting more and more grumpy as nothing came of his efforts. Plus, the end of the day was nearing and still no sign of success. He desperately needed a nap and found himself passing out, bundled in blankets.

You slumped against the wall the moment every last one of the kids fell asleep. You took a moment to soak up the calm atmosphere before moving to clean up, putting away the scattered toys and wiping down sticky surfaces.

It was tiring looking after children, but today had been even more draining than usual. Maybe you should have listened to Shinichiro when he told you to go home and sleep... but then that would have meant that he'd have had to deal with all this by himself. You remember that he would have had Usaida to rely on had you not shown up to school today, but then you see him buried under all the sleeping children, himself snoring as well, and you lightly scoff.

Manjiro, in particular, was pretty active today. It was a good thing, you suppose. He's finally opening up and becoming more comfortable among his peers. But as much as you love that he's putting himself out there more, you'll definitely miss the days when he was the calmest one out of everyone. He still is, but only slightly now. He's slowly getting onto everyone else's level with how much time he spends with Keisuke.

Another factor that spent your mental state was the amount of interaction you had with your friend. It's not a big deal, you tell yourself. You saw each other every day, you were the first friend he made in class when he first transferred, and you were one of the first of his friends to get to know Manjiro. You were already pretty close to begin with, so how was this any different?

Maybe it was the way he handled himself when he's around his brother, or kids in general. He was always so sweet with his words and so careful with his movements (save for when he tripped over Keisuke, but technically, Keisuke did run into the back of his knee). He smiled more around the kids as well. It was obvious in his behavior that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with them, taking care of them. There's just something about guys who are good with kids that is so attractive, and the fact that you witness this with Shinichiro every day never fails to baffle you because how have you survived this long without physically melting yet?

You spot Shinichiro splayed out in the middle of the floor.

"You gonna fall asleep like that?"

"Yeah, probably."

Looks like you're not the only one tired out by the kids.

You chuckle, resuming your cleanup duties. Shinichiro must have felt guilty leaving cleanup to you because he soon got up from his spot and began helping you out with the areas of the room you haven't gotten to yet, which you note was very considerate of him.

Thanks to your joint efforts, the daycare was mess-free once again. During regular nap times, you were free to do whatever you wanted until someone woke up, but nap time came late today with how hyper the kids had been. A glance at the clock told you that none of them were likely to wake before their parents came to pick them up, meaning you basically had the rest of the day to ease off.

Shinichiro handed you a pillow. "You should sleep too. You're probably really tired."

"We're both tired." You removed your apron. Then you fluffed the pillow on the floor. "In that case, you should too."

He didn't give it an ounce of thought at all before saying "Fine, then we'll sleep together." Halting your movements, you didn't dare to look at him when he went to ask what's wrong, realization on the double meaning of his words dawning on him soon after. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"I know, I'm sorry!"

Movement from one of the kids shifted in their sleep shushed you both, ending the short conversation and allowing you both to settle down. Shinichiro ran a hand through his hair, choosing in a spot not to near you but not too far either. You both pretend like nothing happened.

"Hey," Shichiro speaks up. Softly, this time around. "I never got to thank you for the cookies this morning. They were really good."

You nodded. You’re sure he can see you from his peripheral anyway, so no words were really necessary. No way were you going to tell him you woke up extra early and worked on perfecting that one batch the whole morning.

"Also, sorry if Manjiro was a handful today. Dunno what got into him."

"Shinichiro," he hummed. "Don't be sorry. I had fun."

You snuck a quick glimpse of him. There, adorning his angelic face, was that sweet smile that relaxed the awkward beating in your heart.

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s6ojn · 2 years

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don't need no light to see you SHINE

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femme-malewife · 11 months

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I got the 3k sudden scratch orbs and got Ichi-nii's SSR !! 😊

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vampireloverz · 3 years

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it’ll make you feel better

pairing: shouta aizawa x fem! reader

words: 3k

cw/tw: pseudo incest/stepcest, slight dubcon cause reader has a fever, age difference, daddy kink, mention of adultery, a little praise kink, pet names (including puppy, baby doll, etc.), aizawa ties up reader’s hair

a/n: this is a companion piece/sequel to my hitoshi-nii fic but could be read on its own!

— Aizawa pulls you closer to him as you wipe errant tears from your face, “Why didn’t you tell your daddy, hm? You’d rather have Hitoshi take care of you, not me?”

You don’t think about the implications of the question when you answer, “No, I like it when you take care of me.” —

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You hate being sick. Of course, it’s not like anyone enjoys it. Normally you can muscle through it but this time it’s worse, like this fever might be the most unpleasant you’ve ever experienced. You’re aching all over, cycling between overheating and shivering so hard your teeth chatter. You felt a little under the weather last night but thought nothing of it until you woke up feeling like the weight of the world was packed into your skull.

You don't want to miss out on the movie your family is going to see today but your body isn't giving you a choice. You hear them getting ready downstairs; your mother packing her purse with pre bought snacks you and Hitoshi like, Aizawa double checking that he has the tickets, Hitoshi looking for his car keys. You can’t find the strength to leave your bed to let them know you can’t come, you can’t even reach over to use your phone.

Your head swims as you slip in and out of light sleep, you don’t know how much time passes until you hear a knock on your door and your father‘s voice calling out, “Are you coming? We don’t want to be late.”

You grunt, frustrated when your voice won’t come out. He cracks open the door and peeks his head in to see you splayed out on your back. He comes to the side of your bed and lays the back of his fingers on your forehead. They’re cold and silky against your hot and sweaty skin. You turn on your side towards him chasing the comfort and huff when he pulls away.

“Oh, why didn't you tell me you felt bad, little girl?”

You just whine and rub your face into your pillow.

He whispers something you don’t catch and taps your cheek before he leaves your room. You’re barely aware of the conversation happening outside your door. You hear Aizawa convincing your mother and Hitoshi to go on without you, he’ll stay behind to take care of you and take you to the movie another day.

Hitoshi tries to insist that he can wait until you feel better but your mom says she’s been wanting a mother-son day anyway. Then they’re leaving the house before you know it.

You roll onto your back and sigh, feeling sleep tug at your consciousness until Aizawa comes back with a bowl, a bottle, and some medicine. He sets them down on your nightstand and sits by your side.

“Open up.”

You let him slip a spoonful of medicine between your parted lips, wrinkling your nose as the taste slices through your sick haze. Aizawa chortles and brings the bottle of water to your mouth to wash the flavor out. He sets it back on your nightstand and you hear water splash in the bowl. You pry your eyes open to see him dunking an old towel repeatedly in the bowl he brought.

“Close your eyes, it’s okay.”

You obey and groan at the first contact of the fabric on your skin. He brushes the hair stuck to your forehead away with the rag, it's cool and soft against your feverish skin. You already feel a little better, sighing softly as he brings the rag down your face into the hollow of your throat. He pauses there, resting right on your collarbone. You crack your eyes open to see he's no longer smiling. You don't like the unreadable expression on his face.

“Daddy?”

“I know,” he says.

Your heart leaps into your throat, you don’t know why, “Know what?” you whisper.

“You’ve been sleeping with my son.”

It takes a moment for your addled brain to process the words but the instant you do tears of mortification spring into your eyes and swiftly roll down your cheeks. You don’t ask how he knows, you’re not sure you even want to know how he found out. Your sickness is making you feel extra sensitive, like every emotion and touch is amplified tenfold. You hate this feeling, you can’t bear to look at Aizawa’s face any longer. You turn away from him, curling into your side and covering your face with your hands as you cry.

“Darling,” Aizawa coos, sliding into your bed to hold you. He rubs one hand up and down your arm, his other brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t cry, it’s alright.”

He whispers your name soothingly in between soft kisses to the side of your neck and face. It’s odd, you know he shouldn’t be doing that but you can’t bring him to stop. Your overheated skin feels alleviated by the little touches of his lips and hands.

After a few minutes, you think you can manage to speak, but your voice comes out squeaky and strained. “Daddy, ’m sorry, I—” another cry falls from your lips, “I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

Aizawa pulls you closer to him as you wipe errant tears from your face, “Why didn’t you tell your daddy, hm? You’d rather have Hitoshi take care of you, not me?”

You don’t think about the implications of the question when you answer, “No, I like it when you take care of me.”

“Hm,” he says as he pets your hair, “Can you tell me what you two did?”

“Daddy… I…” you swallow down another sob and bite your lip.

“Would you rather show me?” he murmurs in your ear, almost a purr.

You shouldn’t feel your clit throb at the thought of him touching you. Fucking your stepbrother is one thing, fucked up as it is, but your stepfather? He’ll be cheating on your mother, with her daughter of all people. You know this, yet, you can’t even pretend to feel sick at the thought of him fucking you like Hitoshi has.

God, you’re such a stereotype, a dumb little girl getting horny for her father figure. You ignore that Aizawa is acting stereotypically too, offering to fondle his daughter without a second thought.

You don’t trust yourself enough to speak so you just take his hand off your arm and place it on your collarbone.

Aizawa doesn’t gasp, not quite, but you hear and feel his breath come harder, faster. He kisses the hinge of your jaw as he moves his hand down your shirt to slide over one of your breasts.

“Tell me, did he touch you here?” he asks as he squeezes it lightly, thumb encouraging your nipple to harden under his touch. He rewards you with a kiss on the shoulder when you gasp out an affirmation. He plays with your nipple for a little while longer until he slides his hand over to the other side of your chest, “My little girl has such cute tits,” he comments, setting your face ablaze.

You feel yourself tighten around nothing as he plays with your chest, “Daddy!”

Aizawa moves his hand away, running his fingers down your stomach until he reaches the top of your panties. He hesitates until your hips buck upwards, encouraging. You think you feel him laugh.

“And here?” He grazes the tips of his fingers along the front of your panties, dragging them agonizingly slowly until he finds your clit.

You nod, feeling dizzy and bubbly all at once when he rubs you back and forth.

He presses against your hole through your panties, you gasp when you feel the wetness gathered there. “Did you let your big brother inside your pussy?”

You wince at his words, not expecting him to be so explicit. “Yes!” you sob.

“It’s alright,” he takes his fingers away. “Being honest with me is good, you’re a good girl.”

You almost start to cry again when he moves back but he shushes you with soft noises before he pulls your shoulder to make you rise.

He encourages you to sit up, helping you into place until you straddle him. He smiles at your charming dopey expression and kisses your cheek, making you smile in return. He slides the hair tie around his wrist off and tells you to lean your head forward. You drop your head to his shoulder as he gathers up your hair, making sure it’s up and away from your neck. You giggle when he blows cool streams of air across your neck, the dull ache between your legs forgotten for now.

“Feel better, princess?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good.”

Aizawa pushes you back gently until your weight is resting on his legs so he can reach towards your nightstand to take the wet cloth out of its bowl. One of his hands settles on your thigh as he begins to work, you don’t mind it at all.

He tucks some loose hair behind your ear before swiping the rag across your temple as his other hand’s thumb steadily strokes your thigh. It shouldn’t feel this good, having Aizawa caress your skin like this. Your mind blanks out and just focuses on the feeling of him all around you, he wipes your cheeks before he kisses them and it makes you smile. His hand slides higher on your thigh, his thumb pushing against the softness there. You bite your tongue and try to ignore that it feels nice.

“Stop squirming,” he commands, you didn’t even realize you were, “You should know what that does to a man.”

“Huh?” You blink at him, pretty and fake innocent.

“A cute girl sitting in my lap, moving around like that?” He slides his hand higher on your thigh so his thumb drags along the edge of your panties at the crease of your hip. You’re immediately aching to have his hand on you again.

You look down at his arm and shimmy forward slightly so that he’s touching you through your underwear, you sigh and grind yourself against the barely there contact. You blindly grab for his free hand and toss the rag to the floor before you press his hand to your chest again. You arch into his hands and feel your whole body heat up. “You really think I’m cute, daddy?”

He chuckles and starts to touch you with purpose, “Like a puppy, begging for my attention.”

You hum, agreeing with him. You think you’ve always wanted your daddy’s attention like this, why hadn’t you ever thought to ask before? You half-lidded eyes float up to his lips and you watch them curl into a lazy smile.

“Do you want something, puppy?”

You don’t look away from his mouth as he speaks, you don’t even feel ashamed anymore, “Kiss, daddy. Kiss me, please.”

He takes his hand off your chest to tuck his finger until your chin, tilting your head up so it's easier to make your lips meet.

You’ve never kissed someone with stubble before, it scratches against your face but it feels kind of nice, it’s like physical proof that Aizawa is mature. You curl your arms around his shoulders, sliding one of your hands in his hair and making a tiny sound when Aizawa’s tongue presses against you. You push your tongue against his right as his fingers slip past your panties, making you whimper.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, “God, you’re soaked. It’s like your gorgeous little pussy is begging for me…” He presses a quick kiss to your lips and hums out your name as he toys with your clit. “Do you want more, sweetheart?”

You rock your hips down and push forward to kiss him again, needy. “Oh, please, daddy, wan’ you inside me. It’s too much, please.”

Aizawa lays sweet comforting kisses across your face as he pushes you to lie back on the bed. He pulls up on your shirt until it comes off so he can slide his tongue against your nipples, sucking them one after another into his mouth for a moment before he moves down. He tugs your panties off, kissing down your heated legs as he does. He throws your clothes into your hamper before he takes off his jeans and lays by your side, stroking the inside of your thigh and pressing his erection to your hip.

You nuzzle into his neck and whine, pressing open mouthed kisses along his skin as he drags his fingers along your slit. “I’ll take care of you, pretty girl, I want you to feel better.”

You clasp one hand over your mouth and bite down on a finger to stop a yelp from flying out, it makes Aizawa give a noise of disapproval.

“No, no, I want to hear you,” he frowns and pulls your hand away from your mouth. You don’t like making him frown so you don’t hold back, whining and panting without a second thought as he pushes his first finger inside. He pumps it gently for a minute until he pushes another in alongside it.

Your eyes almost roll back into your head, his fingers are so long and perfect that they reach places yours can’t. Your hips jolt when he touches your cervix softly and his hips press against you mindlessly, almost like a response.

He peppers kisses along your neck as your hips roll up to meet his fingers, “Such a perfect, good girl,” he laughs when you clench down because of the praise, it isn't mean but it makes you feel embarrassed all the same. He pushes his thumb on your clit, dragging it in small, tight circles. “How’s that feel, baby doll?”

You giggle, delirious. “Daddy, it— ah, feels good!” You clumsily push your head up and knock your noses together when you kiss him. You slide your tongue past his lips, sighing when he opens up for you.

He pumps another finger inside, groaning deep in his throat at how you tremble and moan into his mouth. “I bet you’d take my cock so well, you’re so beautiful. Fuck, in your mouth, in your tight little pussy, I’d fill you up so much,” Aizawa’s thumb moves down to collect the slick flooding out of you and onto his fingers before pressing harder against your clit. “I’d fuck you however you wanted, I’d do all the work to make my princess satisfied.”

His fingers are ruthless and precise, like he’s fucked you with them a thousand times before. You hope he’ll do this to you again and again, even if you aren’t ill. “I can feel you tightening up, would you like that, hm?” You nod frantically, getting wetter at the mental image of him filling you with his cock. “Would you want me to stuff you with my cum, with daddy’s cum?”

You almost finish right then and there, “Oh, my— fuck yes—!”

“I want you to cum on my fingers, can you do that for me?” He kisses your hairline and harshly flicks his wrist, driving his fingers impossibly deeper.

You grasp his arm as one of your legs kicks out, trembling from the pleasure of your building orgasm. “Mhm, please don’t stop! G’nna make me cum!”

He stills his fingers inside of you to focus on pressing his fingertips against the little swollen spot inside your cunt. Paired with his thumb steadily massaging your clit, you have no choice but to cum.

Your eyes press shut tight as you ride his fingers through your orgasm, arching into him as your breath stays caught in your throat until it breaks into a choked wail. You collapse back onto the bed, legs quivering and fucked out moans escaping your parted lips. Aizawa pulls his fingers out of you and slides them into your mouth. You suck on his fingers happily until they’re clean, you can barely taste anything due to your sickness but it’s worth it to see the downright starry-eyed expression on your stepfather’s flushed face. You think he’s never looked more handsome.

You can barely move but you want to make him feel good too, you want him to fuck you. Your hand reaches for his cock pressed against you but he pushes you away.

You feel tears spring up in your eyes, “You don’t want me, daddy?”

Aizawa looks like you’ve just slapped him, all sad eyes and furrowed brows, “No, baby, no. Daddy wants you so bad, can’t you tell?” He humps his cock against you just to prove his point. “But this was to take care of you, sweet girl. You’re sick, and I bet you’re tired now.”

You shake your head at him, “Don’t care, I can take care of daddy too! Please, wanna make you feel good too.”

His lips tick up and you smile back at him, half asleep and dazed. “I don’t want you to do any work, alright?” Aizawa turns you on your side once you nod and slides his underwear down before he curls into your back to rut against your ass, “It’s okay, just let daddy use your body, you’re making me feel so good.”

His arms wrap under your arms to get his hands on your tits again, squeezing them like he’s trying to anchor himself to your body. You sigh and cover his hands with yours, arching your back into his hips and hands. You like being good for him, you want to be obedient for your daddy, you want to make him cum.

“Daddy!” You shiver as he pants against your neck, “Please cum, daddy, please!”

You yelp when he unexpectedly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his voice muffled as he moans. You’re so warm from your fever that you barely feel his cum spread across the small of your back. He keeps humping until he makes himself whimper, until you both are overstimulated and trembling.

“Fuck, oh,” he gasps out your name, “You did so well for me, you’re my perfect girl, wish I could’ve cum inside you, ah.”

The thought of that makes you mewl as you link your fingers in his. You trace your fingers along the indents of his teeth left on your skin.

He kisses the back of your jaw and sighs as he relaxes, “I guess there’s always next time, pretty girl.”

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thanks for reading ( ʃƪ˘ ³˘ ) 🤍

thanks to the lovely shai, @hqmonarch, for beta reading!! 💘

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whumperooni · 4 years

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Belonging

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3k

Tags/Warnings: incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u

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This is written in response to a big brained, beautiful minded nonny <3 I was going to put it in the answer to the ask but I’m gonna chuck this in ao3 too so I’m making it a separate post.

THANK YOU nonny for this /chef’s kiss of an ask and please feel free to slide into my inbox again because this is primo content right here.

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How long has Enji been away from home? Two days? Three days? Four? Certainly not away long enough for you to be in this condition.

Enji frowns despite the sweet kisses you’re peppering all over his face and grabs onto your waist, lifts you up and holds you back so he can look you over. You’re a mess- bruises on your wrists and hickeys mottling your neck so much he can’t see a speck of your natural color. You look tired, worn out and Enji can tell that you’re exhausted, that things have been busy since he’s been away for his team up. He’s not happy about the vivid bruises on your thighs or the fading carpet burn on your knees. He is really not happy about the bandage on your forearm. Enji’s frown deepens and you grow nervous before him- smile twitching anxiously and hands clenching at the fabric of one of Touya’s shirts that you’ve been made to wear. When he puts you down and reaches to grab your arm, you flinch- barely noticeable, so tiny in your movement; something that anyone who wasn’t him would miss. Enji’s eyes narrow, big hand circling over your wrist and he tries to soften his expression when he feels you tense up underneath him. Whatever has happened while he’s been away is not your fault- he knows this. He is furious that you’re so skittish from it, though. Again, not your fault- his sons are sure to blame. “...what happened?” You tense up even more- eyes darting anxiously around the room and smile wavering and fading from your face. He thinks that you might pull away from him whenever he runs his thumb over the bruises on your wrists, but you remain as good and obedient as ever and simply twitch in place where you are standing. “N-Nothing, daddy,” you mumble, lips trying and failing to smile once more. Enji frowns at you and you squirm under your father’s stern gaze- anxiety whipping through you and upset starting to creep all over your face. “It was just...they didn’t mean…” Oh, yes, they did mean. Enji scowls and he sets his irritation toward the bandage on your arm, has to clench his free hand into a fist so he doesn’t hold onto you too tightly. “What is this from?” he demands. “Give me the truth, little one.” Your bottom lip quivers and he can tell that you are torn. You are such a sweet daughter, a sweet sister- you cannot bring yourself to lie to the father that you love so much but you also do not want to get the brothers that you hold dear in trouble either. You are a good girl- you should not be in this position right now. Enji breathes in deep and he lets it out slow, tries to keep a leash on his temper. You are the only thing he truly loves in this world- his little one, his youngest, his perfect little girl. He doesn’t want to see you cry over something your brothers have done. Enji huffs and he pulls you closer to him, picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on reflex- arms looping around his neck and face burying into his chest as he positions you. There’s a quiet whimper from you whenever he cups your bottom and Enji feels his anger grow even darker when he feels you sniffle against him. “Are you sore there?” he asks, gruff as he totes you off to his bedroom. You don’t answer him for a moment and even then you can only give him a tiny nod in response- arms clinging tighter to him. Enji lets out a tch and he’s careful as he sits down on the bed, as he sits you in his lap. Your upset is more than clear on your face now- bottom lip wobbling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Enji frowns as your head lowers and he rubs your back with one big hand, touches your cheek with the other. “Did they spank you?” he asks. Your squirm in his lap- eyes averted and fingers curling into his shirt. Enji waits, patient, until finally your lips tremble and you give a tiny nod. “Touya-nii...he wasn’t...he wasn’t happy that I slept in Natsuo-nii’s bed,” you whisper. “They’ve been…” You trail off, nerves and upset skittering over your expression, and Enji grunts his annoyance as he eyes the bruises littered all over your body. “They’ve been fighting over you. Again.” A wince passes over you and you hang your head as if you are ashamed. There is a sniffle and that is all it takes to further cement Enji’s decision that his sons need a reminder of their place. “I- I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper- eyes wet, lashes wet, voice trembling. “I- I tried to be good so they wouldn’t fight, but- but Touya-nii told Natsuo-nii that I- that I belong to him and it made Natsuo-nii mad and then- then Natsuo-nii was sad after and I tried to cheer him up and then that made Touya-nii mad and then- then they started fighting and then they kept dragging me to their rooms and I couldn’t- I couldn’t make them happy and I’m sorry, daddy! I didn’t mean to make them fight!” Your voice pitches with a whine of a sob and Enji grits his teeth, wraps his arms around tight so he doesn’t let his temper explode. “It’s not your fault, little one,” he tells you- gruff, stern, but soft for him. You sniffle against him, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt, and Enji rubs your back, places a kiss to your hair. “Tell me how your arm got hurt.” You sniffle, again, and it is pathetic, weak. It grinds at Enji’s fury more, but he closes his eyes as you press against him and seek comfort. “I- I fell,” you mumble to him, voice wobbling. “N-Natsuo-nii was holding my hand and- and Touya-nii didn’t like it so he...he grabbed my other one and he yanked me away, but I- I lost my balance and I fell...I hit it against the table and it...cut me…” Your voice gets smaller and more quiet with each word- reluctance to get your brother’s in trouble making it so hard to admit what happened to your father. Enji’s control snaps as he listens and his fire flares from him- something he is quick to put out whenever he hears your panic sounding against his chest. Enji breathes in deep and he buries his face into his daughter’s hair, holds you just a little too tight in his arms. “...okay, little one,” he says once his temper calms down enough that he can talk without growling every word out. “Did anything else happen?” You shake your head against him and it’s a bit too swift of a denial for his taste. He senses that there is more- knows that there must be- but he does not push; he does not want his little one to collapse further into upset. Enji takes another deep breath and lets you go, cups your cheek to smooth away one stray tear. “You’re a mess,” he tells you. “Come- take a shower with me and then we will relax.” You nod- one small, upset sniffle leaving you- and Enji presses his lips to your forehead before gathering you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He strips you down and reduces Touya’s shirt to ash- letting it fall into the waistbasket with a scowl. You do not comment on it, but you hug yourself tight- eyes wide and worried and body littered with bruises. They have been especially rough with you this time and Enji is not pleased. He is careful with you as he washes you- big hands moving as gently as he can manage but still firm as he washes your tangled hair, scrubs down your tired body. You relax as he takes care of you, melt under his warm fingers and let out soft, sweet noises as your father eases the anxious tension that has wound your body up so tight. He kisses you when you tilt your head back to look at him- your eyes half-shut and sleepy, a serene look on your face as he runs his hands over your breasts. It is a chaste kiss- loving and brief- and Enji feels a certain satisfaction whenever you sigh after, lean against his broad chest. “Daddy takes good care of me,” you mumble- words fuzzy with exhaustion and the gooey warmth spreading through your body and making your mind melt from much needed tenderness. “Not like…” You trail off softly, guiltily. Enji knows what you mean, though, and there is pride in him from it- a possessive, vindictive pleasure as his little girl nuzzles against him adoringly. You are daddy’s little girl- you always have been and you always will be. Enji finishes cleaning you and he sets you out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel and wait for him. Your clumsy attempts to clean him before he does are cute, but he knows that you are tired and does not wish to push you just yet- he has plans and he needs you to rest while you can. He cleans himself and you wait for him obediently- wrapped up in a towel and yawning, propped up on the sink where he had sat you down. Seeing him emerge from the shower is a treat- water steaming from him and dripping down rippling muscles, through chest hair and a thick happy trail. A soft noise leaves you as you watch him dry himself and your cheeks pinken without notice despite heavy eyes and a fuzzy, tired mind that’s begging for sleep. Enji watches your soft thighs rub together and he goes to you, kisses you like you deserve- lovingly, hungrily but not forcefully. He breaks it once a sweet, low moan sounds from you and then he kneels, parts your legs and hooks them over his shoulders before burying his face into the honeyed crux of his little one. The bathroom echoes with your whimpers and mewls as Enji runs his tongue through your folds and burrows his tongue deep inside your cunny. He keeps your hips still whenever they begin to twitch, but he allows you to grab onto his hair, grunts with approval when you arch your back and whine out a needy little, “Daddy, please!” You come whenever he slips a thick finger into you- slick and warm insides fluttering and clamping down onto the digit as you cry out, grip his hair tight. Enji works you through it and he slips a second finger in at the peak of your orgasm, makes it trip into another and has you whimpering, gasping out “daddy, daddy, daddy!” “That’s right, little one,” he praises- voice coming out low and husky as your cunny clenches and cums around his fingers. “Who makes you feel good?” “Daddy does!” Enji hums, pleased by your mewled answer, and he allows you to ride out your pleasure before slipping his fingers from you. You look so sweet as you pant and flush- so worn out and vulnerable; a tender girl flustered by the dulcet, mellowed pleasure that you have been craving for days. You whimper whenever Enji stands- arms reaching for your father and eyes bright with needy tears. He picks you up and he kisses your cheek, cups your bottom whenever you wrap your legs around him and teases your wet, fluttering hole with a stretched out finger as he totes you off to the living room. The boys are there- arguing as always, in each other’s faces with heated, hissed words and glaring eyes- and they only look up when Enji slips a finger inside your cunny and coaxes a moan from you. Their reaction is immediate- heads snapping up and shock halting their anger only to multiple it. Touya’s lips pull back into snarl and Natsuo’s eyes widen, narrow as he watches your hips grind down against Enji’s finger. Enji glares them down as he eases another finger into your eager cunny, kisses your cheek when you whimper and cling to him even tighter. “Little one,” he asks, voice gruff but calm even as he glowers down at the furious brats that he calls sons, “who made you feel good earlier?” “Daddy did,” you mewl out- sweet and sleepy and showing the pleasure that is slowly wrecking your tired body. Enji hums and he spreads another finger to smooth over your clit, makes you moan softly and try to grind your hips against him. A growl rips from Touya and your lashes flutter from it, a tiny noise of worry leaves you and is instantly forgotten when Enji curls his thick fingers inside of your honeyed insides and causes your mind to blank from pleasure. “And who is making you feel good now?” Enji demands- hard and nearly imperious as you tremble and cling tighter to him. “D-Daddy is!” “Do you want your brothers to fuck you, little one?” Enji asks, narrowing his eyes in challenge when Touya takes a step toward him. A hiccup of a sob leaves you and you shake your head, bury your face against him with a whimper. Enji’s lips twitch with the hint of a smirk and he pushes you to answer with, “And why is that?” Another sob and you shake as guilt, frustration, repressed anger and upset at your brothers twine through you along with the honeyed, warm pleasure that your father is giving you. You sniffle- hips rocking against thick fingers and your syrupy, sticky juices leaking from you and coating your father’s hand. “Because- because,” you whimper as your heart pounds and your cunny throbs with need. “Because they’re- they’re mean! I don’t want- I don’t-” Guilt causes you to whine against your father and Enji hums as he teases a third finger against your entrance, looks over his sons. Touya is furious- hands clenched into tight fists and shaking with anger that’s close to exploding out. Natsuo, at least, has the decency to look guilty, ashamed. He ducks his head and looks away as Enji spreads your little cunny wider and makes you cry out as he slowly stuffs your squishy, warm insides full even more. “Who do you want then?” Enji asks- voice low and gruff. He grunts as your insides spasm around his fingers and his cock flexes against himself- hard and big and so ready to fill his sweet baby girl. “Who do you want to fuck you, little one?” You choke on a sob- the questions overwhelming your tired mind and your body racing toward another orgasm. You arch against him, head tilting back with a cry whenever he places a hot kiss to your neck. You can’t help the way you pant and shake against him and you can’t help your answer either, the way you moan out a loud, needy, truthful- “Daddy! Want- I want Daddy!” You cry a little after from guilt and need and the pleasure that is making your mind melt and your head spin. Enji lets out a growl of satisfaction and he slips his fingers from you- soothing you with a kiss whenever you let out a panicked whine. Enji slides you lower down his waist and presses the head of his cock against your fluttering hole, looks at his sons with challenge and superiority in his eyes, the set of his lips. “And who do you belong to?” Enji asks- voice low and demanding, making a desperate shiver crawl up your spine. You whimper and you lift your head from him, turn it so you can look at your brothers. There is no fear in your gaze- not like how there was over these past few days whenever they yanked you to and fro between them- and you shudder against your father- eyes heavy and cheeks flushed, body soft and pretty and clinging to him with pressing, loving adoration and need. “Daddy,” you mewl out sweet as honey. “I belong to daddy.” “Good girl,” Enji murmurs to you, sliding his cock into your eager cunny. “My good girl.” Choked anger tears itself from Touya and he snaps out a “fuck you” to Enji before stomping out of the room- singing the doorframe whenever he slams his hand against it in fury. Natsuo is frozen in place- eyes wide as he watches you come along your father’s cock- and he flushes from frustration, from anger whenever he finds himself hardening at the sight of Enji’s dick stretching your pussy and making your glistening folds part as he slides into you slowly. He clenches his fists whenever your moan and then he stomps out of the room- angry and needy as your chanted mewls of “daddy, daddy, daddy!” sound behind him. Enji smirks as his sons flee in a temper tantrum, smiles as he kisses your cheek and rocks his hips up to make you moan and go limp against him in pleasure. You nuzzle against him with a needy, tired whine and Enji hums his satisfaction at that, turns to carry you back to his room and his bed. “Shh, little one,” Enji tells you. “Daddy will take care of you.” A whimper leaves you and you tremble before giving a weak nod against him, clench around his cock even as he slips out of you to lay you out on his bed. “Love you, daddy,” you slur out through your pleasure and exhaustion, the overwhelmed feeling making your mind melt. “Love you so much.” Enji braces himself over you and he kisses your forehead, soaks in the soft mewl that sounds from you as he sinks his cock back into your honeyed insides. “I love you too, little one,” he tells you. “My little one.” You nod, panting and dizzy, and Enji kisses you, starts to fuck you slowly. You’re his. You will always belong to your daddy.

#enji todoroki x reader #endeavor x reader #enji x reader #bnha #rooni's shit #tw: incest #this ask made me so dreamy #thank you nonny <3 #i hope it scratches that craving for you #todoroki degens

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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First off congrats on 3k, and I hope you do well on your finals.

And now for what I came here for, I was rereading your Iwa-nii piece and now I can't stop thinking about what happens when he finally acts on his feelings.

Some tw: Masturbation. Forced pregnancy. And some cheating in a way.

So you come home to find a quiet house, you'd gotten home early from school, calling out a couple of times to see if anyone was home. When you get no response you make your way up the stairs, but stop in your tracks when you hear a loud groan of your name when you walk past the slightly open door of your dear step brother's room.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you open the door all the way to see your Iwa on his back, fisting himself, eyes closed, sweat on his forehead. You feel your mouth drool a little at the sight.

It doesn’t take him long to notice his presence in the room, but when he does his face heats up before he smirks and stands up, walks towards you, pulls you in, and then closes the door. He looks down at you, hand coming to rest underneath your chin before saying “Could you help your dear nii-chan?”

You feel a little dumbfounded, but still nod and let him lead you to the bed. He pulls your shirt and panties off, leaving your skirt on. He promises he won't do anything other than rub himself on you, pushing you on all fours. You miss him pulling out his phone and setting it underneath the two of you between your legs. Iwa keeps his promise for a couple of minutes, however the whines and moans you let out every time the head of his cock brushes against your clit and your opening has his resolve weakening.

He finally loses it after you subconsciously buck back against him, he pushes himself in in one movement, making you cry out. When he looks down and sees red coating his dick, he feels relief and pride in his chest. Iwa ignores your cries for him to pull out and thrust in and out of you. The fluttering of your walls has him cumming in you, he pulls back and looks at the way his cum oozes out of you. He picks up his phone and records it, and your fucked out state before sending it in the group chat he has with the other third years, turning off his phone so he doesn’t hear the constant dinging afterwards.

He continues to fuck you for the next couple of months making sure not to use a condom, ignoring the way you beg him to atleast use one. When you get a stomach bug, he makes you take a pregnancy test and he feels happy when it comes out positive and starts to come up with a plan so that your parents don’t suspect him, to let one of his friends take responsibility. It’s the perfect way to keep you and his child close.

Iwa let’s Mattsun fuck you since he thinks he’s the better option of his three friends. He has a stable job and is in Japan. Mattsun doesn’t know that Iwa has still been touching you after that video, thinking it was a one time thing, so he really does think the baby is his.

Even after you and Mattsun have been married for years, Iwa continues to have sex with you whenever he can, especially at the gym when you come and visit. Trying to get you pregnant before Mattsun. You end up having five kids, only one of them actually being Mattsun's

tw : stepcest, incest,coercion, noncon filiming , dubcon, noncon, cheating, masturbation

I— THIS. THIS. T H I S * sips tea* honey you know i live for drama like this in fics AFSGSHAJAJA 😭 poor mattsun tho 🥺 STILL— this made my mind goBRRR. THANK U ANON 😭💕 I’ll be done with finals by first week of June!!!

#✉️#IWA NII #THIS ARAGSHAJS #GRRRRRRRR #tw.stepcest #tw.incest #tw.cheating #tw.masturbation #tw.noncon filiming #tw.coercion #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #me using this tags to be safe #iwa.nii #💍.iwaizumi

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ghoultramp · 3 years

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nii-chan knows best [todoroki x reader]

▷ bnha

↳ pairing: shouto todoroki x f!reader

↳ content: aged up character(s), niichan!shouto x imouto!reader, quirkless!reader, virgin!reader, manipulative relationship, corruption, incest, (mention of) spanking, dubcon, teasing, object humping, (mention of) leg humping, cunnilingus, fingering, (a bit of) aftercare

↳ words: 3k

⇢ summary: living with your big brother was exhausting, every day focused on making sure you always knew your place. He was so serious and commanding all the time, scolding you for the slightest misstep. but nii-chan always knows best.

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⇢ note: the things that manifest at midnight, right?

You had lain there for what seemed like hours as you waited for the house to be still; a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding escaped your lips when you heard his door close, the sound still too loud for your liking. But a long, hard day called for some relief and you’d waited long enough.

Living with your big brother was exhausting, every day focused on making sure you always knew your place. He was so serious and commanding all the time, scolding you for the slightest misstep.

‘Nii-chan is only doing what’s best for you,’ he would reassure you in his soft, deep voice.

Every. Single. Time.

You thought about the particular time you wore your skirt too short and had been forced across his knee to receive your punishment; the soft skin of your rear marred with his big red handprints, adding just one more while he spoke those comforting words. Or maybe it had been when you foolishly misspoke in front of his friends; behind closed doors he had grabbed you by the hair with his left hand, pushing your face against the wall as his ice-tipped right hand flittered across your body, sending tendrils of controlled freezing wherever he pleased as he spoke those words again.

Or maybe--

Your entire body tensed, hips arching ever so slightly, and your breath shuddered thinking about how Shouto would punish you. You felt your cheeks flush, the warmth pricking at your skin as you told yourself over and over that you shouldn’t feel this way, not about him, not about your Nii-chan.

A short, broken whimper slipped through your lips, the once gentle heat that had been but a tantalizing ripple in your core now undulated hotly with an embarrassing lust and need. Your itching fingers searched at the sheet beneath you, your toes curled as you gripped at it in exasperation.

You groaned, pushing your head back against your pillow, hair splayed messily as you shook it back and forth.

It’s not right… is it?

You strained against the moan that threatened to escape as it pushed against your throat, your imagination invoking the feeling of Shouto’s hands raking their way down your body, teasing you with his quirk as he always would. A prickling of heat there, a shock of cold here.

There was no escaping it; your soft, contemptible moan broke free of your lips despite your best efforts. You inhaled sharply through trembling lips as your right hand wandered across the silk of your nightgown, your stomach fluttered beneath the touch of the dainty material when your fingers brushed against it.

Without a second thought, you balled the nightgown in your hands and ruched it up high around your midriff. You altered your position slightly in the process, widening up your pelvis as your right hand resumed its place at your hip. You fingered gently at the filly seam of your panties, back and forth along the sensitive skin above your groin.

Letting your eyes wander over to the left, they fell upon a plushie on your bedside table, the over-the-top flames and garish orange and blue stood out among everything else. Your father’s stern eyes glared right at you.

Of all things, it had to be Endeavor...

You scoffed, furrowing your brow, turning your eyes to look up at the canopy above your head. Your hand still fiddled away at your panties, enjoying the pleasurable feeling it sent further down.

You brought your free hand to your chest and for a moment, merely cupped your breast, feeling the weight rest against your palm. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you moved your other hand down, tentatively rubbing at your slightly parted lips beneath more silk. You pressed down gently on your already swollen clit, shuddering and whimpering when an overpowering wave of pleasure washed over you.

Your mind wandered and so did your hand; you reached for the plushie with your left and passed it over to your right.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you whispered, pulling it beneath the blanket.

Any nervousness you felt abated when you pressed the stuffed toy against your mound, releasing a soft moan as you pushed it down until you felt a pleasant pressure against your throbbing clit.

You closed your eyes, your hips gently moving to grind against the toy, and thought of sitting on your Nii-chan’s lap.

You had been sitting at the table with him and his friends, and of course, he had encouraged you to sit on him instead of standing. You had straddled him, facing the table, with one of his muscular thighs held between yours.

You moaned, lost in the thought, as you held down harder on the plushie as you humped against it.

You recalled just how you’d sat on him, feeling the muscles beneath you tense, your panties and his slack trousers the only barrier between you. You’d felt his hands on your hips, just below the eyesight of his friends, begin to move you slowly and deliberately. Surely they had seen how bright you’d turned as you humped against your Nii-chan’s leg, and you were sure he could feel your wetness on his leg as--

You moved with more vigor as you allowed your memory to consume you; you brought your left hand back to your breast, biting your bottom lip again as you cupped it in your hand. Your thumb gently brushed against your erect nipple through the nightgown and the soft silk against your sensitive skin made you squirm.

You brought your legs up, a low groan broke from your throat, your position now granting you much more movement of your hips.

“Daddy,” you whined, your eyes shot open with horrific realization.

Adding to your already awkward situation, you watched in fear as the door to your bedroom opened.

“Daddy, huh?” a familiar voice chastised.

He was so smug as he sauntered in through the half-open door, his eyes peering at you through his half-red, half-white hair. You knew you had been caught red-handed, you also knew he would be sure to enjoy it.

“I- It’s not,” you stammered, stalling as you attempted to figure a way out of this predicament.

“It’s not what, little sister?” he implored as he closed the door behind him.

It barely made a sound.

You only watched as his tall, striking figure approached your bedside; his broad, muscular chest was bare, your eyes wandered down to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Not only did you feel flush at the sight of the bulge below the band, but you felt the quickening throb of your clit beneath the plushie between your thighs. You clenched tightly.

How much worse can this get?

“Well?” he pressed on, stern and severe as he folded his thick arms across his chest.

You internally reprimanded yourself for admiring the way his pectoral muscles squeezed beneath the bulk of his arms, the way the minimal lighting accentuated the definition of his biceps and his tight abdomen.

Shouto examined your silhouette beneath your blanket, there was no mistaking the outline of your knees in the air, legs spread.

“Nii-chan asked you a question, little sister,” he prompted, bending over to rest his palms on the edge of your bed. He turned his head to look at you; he had never needed to give you a verbal telling off, his cold eyes said everything he needed to. “Don’t be so rude.”

“I wasn’t--”

You didn’t have the time to react to Shouto gripping the blanket between his hands, pulling it away from you, unveiling your shameful act. Your nose prickled, tears welling behind your eyes as you let your hold on the plushie go, your hand falling to your side, but you dare not lower your legs; you brought the hand at your breast down to rest above your abdomen. You felt so exposed as you fiddled nervously at the hem you’d bunched up.

Silly girl.

You felt the pressure under his heavy gaze as he scanned you up and down, but you noticed his not-so-hidden bulge twitch beneath his trousers when he looked below your hips. He let the blanket drop to the floor and reached out.

Shouto lifted the Endeavor plushie from between your legs, revealing your sodden garment; the silk had turned darker from your wetness.

You watched as he turned the plushie over in his hands, still looming over you.

“Tell me,” he began, carelessly throwing it over his shoulder, “why do you need Daddy when your Nii-chan is right here?”

He placed his right hand on your thigh closest to him.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, little sister,” he continued, squeezing it tight.

You let out a meek cry as the cold he generated slowly froze your skin. He tutted at you, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed and rested between your legs, low on his knees. Not once did he remove his bitingly cold hand, he only turned it as he clambered over you.

You were only slightly relieved when he stopped using his quirk, you knew you would be feeling the discomfort for a day or two. You only hoped that you hadn’t angered Nii-chan enough that he refused to take care of you afterward. The thought alone was enough to break your heart.

You gasped, feeling a pleasantly familiar tingle as he stroked at you with his left hand, running his finger up and down the concealed slit beneath your soaked panties. Your Nii-chan seemed to like that, the smirk that formed on his lip was devilish.

You flinched under the pressure of his finger against your clit, the sensitive, swollen nub pulsing against the silk. With half-lidded eyes, you watched as both hands crept their way to your waistband.

You nibbled at your lip, nervously.

“Don’t play delicate, my dear, sweet little sister,” he cooed, words saccharine sweet as he snapped at the elastic.

“I’m not, Nii-chan,” you shot at him, your voice may have been trembling but that attitude was certainly present in your tone.

He wouldn’t approve of that.

You watched, mouth agape, as he tucked his fingers of both hands beneath your waistband, he was still smirking as he roughly tugged at them, yanking them down your legs. You understood it would have been futile to push back against him; your Nii-chan had the strength and his unique quirk, you would always just be his pathetic, quirkless little sister.

Hanging your head in shame, you allowed him to move your legs as he removed your underwear; they hung as lifeless as a doll’s.

“Oh, but you are,” he corrected, gently setting your legs back to their upright position. “And Nii-chan is never wrong, is he?”

His hands felt like gentle kisses against your thighs as he leaned into you, his head nestled comfortably between your trembling thighs. You shook your head with a squeak, your voice pushed uncomfortable against your throat.

“Nii-chan only does what’s best for you, sweet sister,” you felt the vibrations of his low tones against your legs when he spoke.

His fingers created delicate trails across your sensitive skin; across your hips, your pelvis, before resting painfully close to where you compulsively needed him.

“Nii-chan is the only one who knows what’s best for you,” his words were slightly muffled as he continued, his lips so impossibly close to your tantalizingly sweet and prohibited, virginal cunt.

A loose moan escaped your lips, the feeling of his warm breath against your naked arousal more intense than you could have imagined. You felt him move to place his forefingers on either side of your clit, widening them to spread your lips.

“Isn’t that right, little sister?” he finally continued, you felt rather than heard him.

“Nii-chan, you can’t,” you whimpered, quivering from either anticipation or unease, you couldn’t quite tell.

His eyes met yours, gazing up at you from between your legs, your poor cheeks prickling from the constant flush.

“‘Can’t,’ what?” he teased, his eyes never broke contact as he intruded your walls with his fingers without warning. “This?”

He watched you, obviously pleased as you squirmed and cried beneath him as your body experienced a newer sensation; it was different, far more different than when you had tentatively explored yourself. Two of your own slender fingers barely compared to one of his.

But now your Nii-chan had opened you up nicely with two of his thick fingers while he teased you, blowing a gentle breath against your clit. You whined, balling the sheet beneath you in one hand and your nightgown in the other.

“Nii-chan… don’t,” you cried half-heartedly, feeling his lips encapsulate your thrumming clit.

You felt the vibration of his mocking laugh right up against you, crying out when his tongue tickled at your bundle of nerves.

He pushed his left hand under your leg, enticed by the way you squirmed beneath him when he squeezed your asscheek. He enjoyed the way your flesh felt in his palm, softly kneading it with his hand.

The uncontrollable, fluttering little moans you rewarded him with when he pushed his way deeper into your untouched walls, suckling at your delicate nub, only encouraged his debaucherous act.

You keened as he hooked his fingers further inside your cunt, massaging that special spot that made you convulse beneath him. When your vision started to pock with white spots, you clenched your eyes shut, biting your lips against your sinful noises.

Your Nii-chan took this as an incentive to generously lap at your clit. You cried and held your fists tighter, your knuckles white as he slurped loudly at your juices, abusing your sopping wet hole with his fingers.

Shouto’s hand squeezed your asscheek again, you felt the prickling heat as he used his quirk. The pang of panic you felt soon dissipated when, with one final thrust of his thick fingers finding your delicious sweet spot, he began to rub vigorously.

A feeble whimper broke through your moans when he released your engorged clit from his mouth, he held his steady momentum against your g-spot while you came undone.

“Nii-chan knows best for his little sister, doesn’t he?” he asked, his calmness was eerie.

You only responded with your titillating noises, and while he enjoyed them, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

“Answer me, sweet sister,” he growled as he halted his fingers.

The gyration of your hips only made him chuckle.

“So needy and innocent, aren’t you,” he mused, pressing his thumb against your clit. “Now,” he continued, “Nii-chan kno--”

“Yes,” you cried, now almost tearing at the fabric in your hands, “Nii-chan knows best!”

Shouto watched as your pert breasts heaved up and down with your erratic breathing while he rewarded you by moving his fingers roughly against your sweet spot. He smirked, hearing a deliciously guttural moan break free from you as your walls tightened and hips shuddered. He felt your body spasm as you came, your slick pooling on his palm.

He didn’t seem satisfied.

You sobbed, feeling a foreign pressure coil within you as he roughly fucked you with his fingers. You looked at your Nii-chan with concern.

“Nii-chan it--” you croaked, breathing hard and fast, lost in a tumult of confusion and pleasure.

“Relax my sweet, little sister.” He sounded so soothing while he abused your pretty little cunt, bringing you to heights you didn’t think possible.

You heard him groan as his lips once again came in contact with your clit, it twitched beneath his tongue as he gently circled it; a harsh contrast to his thick, intruding fingers. Your body tensed completely, you heard Shouto groan into you as you finally allowed yourself to let go, your loud whines and moans filled the air.

You felt his fingers struggle against your tight walls, whimpering and twisting beneath him as the coil wound tighter and tighter until--

“Nii-chan!” you sobbed, feeling a pressure release from between your legs and the tightened coil unravel; your head felt fluffy.

Shouto gently removed his thick fingers, moaning long and loud as he pressed his tongue flat against your slit. His strong hands rested on either side of your hips, you flinched, anticipating the quirk use that never came; he stroked your skin with care.

Your Nii-chan tenderly lapped at your tender cunt, moaning as he drank in your juices, honey on his tongue. He enjoyed the noises you made when he pushed his tongue further inside you but thought against pushing you further tonight.

“You’re so precious,” he told you, his eyes dark and intense.

You watched as he pushed himself off the bed, gently laying your legs down flat. He moved your hand from your chest and pulled your nightgown down, sweetly patting it around your thighs.

You were curious as you watched him fumble with your dresser, averting your eyes when he poked through your underwear drawer. Shouto returned to the side of the bed, presenting you with a clean set of panties; you felt a whimper try to escape as he considerately dressed you.

He turned around to pick up your blanket, he smiled down at you softly as he wafted it in the air, letting if fall daintily over you. You noticed he ignored the plushie of your father, still left alone on the floor.

“Sweet dreams, little sister,” he whispered, he gently kissed your forehead as he tucked you under your blanket.

Before leaving your room he made a detour to the end of the bed, you were confused when he bent down.

How embarrassing!

You spotted your wet panties balled up in his hand. He waltzed over to the bedroom door, seemingly proud of himself, and opened it ajar.

“Remember,” he said before leaving you in your haze, “Nii-chan always knows best.”

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hisoknen · 4 years

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Congrats on the 3k!!! You deserve it!!! So Gojo is one pretty mofo, we all know that. I think everyone wanted to hold his hand in that latest episode lol. Being the most powerful sorcerer allows him to do whatever he basically wants & I think that's a hot setup for him to abuse it. May I request Gojo with incest & noncon please? Cough yandere if ya feel like it cough. Hope you have a good day! 💖

oou heck yes thank you for the delicious request <3 and thank you for joining the event! glad to have you and your galaxy brain here, this request made my eyes bug out and my coochie sing i hope i can do satoru-nii justice for you

warnings: incest, noncon(drunk reader) virgin reader

His precious little sister. Some people found Gojo’s affinity for you a bit off putting to say the least, but that’s because they didn’t understand your relationship. He’d sworn to keep you safe no matter what ever since you were children, swearing to protect you from all the evils the world had to offer and he always had.

You were so precious that the day you turned 21 he had to take you out to celebrate. You were so cute, giggling into his neck while you slurred your words. Unfazed by all the hungry eyes in the room tearing away at your open skin. So adorable, stumbling over hiccups and accidentally knocking into his head when you tried to get up to order more shots.

Who was he to not give you what you wanted?

He took shot after shot with you, smiling as you tried to pull together coherent sentences. You kept shifting on his lap as you told him how much you loved him. How much you missed him when you were away at University.

How you wanted to leave because you felt dizzy.

You were too stupid and naive to be left alone. He’d sheltered you too much. If he didn’t protect you now, someone might try to take advantage of you in a state like this.

That’s how you ended up here. With Satoru-nii holding you on his lap with his pants thrown somewhere in the dim lit room. He held your hips in place, coaxing soft words into your ear with his hand running up and down your legs, saying that he needed your help. That only you could make it better. It was aching like this because of you in the first place.

He’d done so much for you. You could help him with this just one time, yeah?

His hand cups your chin whispering against your lips that his cock was too heavy. His eyebrows were pinched, wincing when you finally wrapped your fingers around the pulsing length. It did feel heavy, you thought to yourself looking back at him with concern. His hand dances along your inner thigh spreading apart your lower lips. A groan rumbles in his chest when he pushes just the tips of his fingers into your warmth. Your arousal oozes out when his fingers tangle inside of you, rubbing at the spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back.

He tells you that only your pretty little cunt can make the pain go away and you climb onto him without a moment's thought, eager to help ease the ache for your Nii-chan. He pulls a whimper from your lips when he runs his cock along your slick folds, flicking your clit and resting his hands on your hips, guiding you down.

Don’t you wanna make your Nii-chan feel better?

He purrs when your hips jerk away. You wanted to. You really wanted to. You would do anything for Satoru-nii. He’d done so much for you.

But you’d never done this before and each time you try to dip his cock inside of you it burns.

He knows that it hurts you, but he tells you that it’ll feel so good. Even spits on his hand rubbing it over the tip of his cock to help.

You nod your head back to him, whimpering with thick tears rolling down your cheeks as he pulls your hips down inch by inch. He whispers sickly sweet praise about how you’re doing so good for your Nii-chan. How only you can make him feel better. How he loves you. He even brushes your tears aside, resting his forehead against yours when you finally stuff your perfect pretty little cunt full of his cock.

Because Satoru-nii loves you so much, he has you grind on his cock all by yourself while he tugs and rolls your clit, letting out soft moans each time you swivel your hips. Tells you how you’re a good girl for saving yourself for your Nii-chan. He doesn’t know what he’d do if someone else had already buried themselves deep inside your cunt like this.

“Feels weird Toru-nii,” you whimper against his neck. Your nails dig into his back, racking lines down it as you roll your hips, jolting each time his finger prods at your clit.

His breath is hot against your neck, littering the space with wet kisses and bites while holding your hips, guiding you along his length. “Fuck you’re so good for me princess.” His words pool in your gut and your legs twitch below, hips stuttering as you cum around him.

“You’ll look even prettier when you’re full of my cum,” you nod frantically begging for him to fill you up and he smiles against your neck thrusting up into you while your walls flutter around him in rhythmic pulses.

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